A Tale of Two Subs

Chapter 29. Prove what you say you want, faggot.

That night, much to his surprise, Anthony gets a long email from Keith. "Heard you're trying to turn Barry into a sub. Good fucking luck. That faggot is the biggest loser I've ever met. My time with it was a complete waste of time. Total failure. So keep that in mind when the bitch fails you, too. Shit! Maybe you've already given up and kicked the loser out."

Anthony's first reaction was to start furiously replying in a way that would let Keith know he's a dangerous dude and Anthony will warn any sub . . . blah, blah, blah. But then he erases it and decides to sleep on it and come up with a better answer in the morning. Good decision.

Before he wanted to go to bed he ordered aaron to sleep downstairs without giving the boi any reason why. aaron had a flash of attitude but eventually forced himself to obey, his heavy footsteps on the way down obviously spiteful.

Anthony chuckles to himself. He'll deal with both the attitude and the behavior tomorrow. Lots of time with the arms out, and maybe a whipping while that's going on. He also decided he wasn't going to tell aaron anything about the email from Keith. Another good decision.

Anyway, when Anthony woke up the next morning he knew exactly how he wanted to answer Keith's nasty email. He just sent a couple simple sentences which made his point very effectively. Whether or not Keith was capable of understanding what he wrote, he wouldn't know. The best of all possible outcomes would be that Keith would take it to heart and change his style would be nice, but Anthony doubted it would happen.

"The slave can usually only show whatever amount of respect the Master was inspiring. When a slave fails it is always the Master's fault. Any Master that doesn't realize this doesn't deserve to be respected. In fact, he should be avoided."

That being done, he calls downstairs and tells Aaron to come up and fix his breakfast. The boy will have gruel this morning without any special ingredients to make it taste better.

After he finishes his breakfast, he takes the bowl of gruel that was cooling on the counter and lays it on the floor. aaron doesn't go at it; he's waiting for the things Anthony usually adds.

"Eat, brat! Eat it the way it comes out of the box. That's part of what happens to faggots who cop an attitude when they don't like the command the Master gives. You didn't really think I was going to let that go, did you?"

aaron doesn't dare refuse to answer. "no, Sir, sorry, Sir."

Anthony makes the boi put his hands behind his back. He clips the manacles together. "Well then, get down there and eat. All of it. Then lick the bowl."

aaron wrestles with his immediate anger, trying to make it dissolve. He forces himself down and has to force himself to get the stuff down. It's completely bland and while he's sucking it up and swallowing as quickly as possible, he reminds himself that he's simply got to stop it.

(AS if that will do any good . . . )

Anthony sits back and watches. He really enjoys moments like this. It's been a while since he's been able to throw all his effort into training a slave---well, a sub. In fact, it's because the brat was staying with him so often that he'd never been able to keep a sub 24/7. Now the boy is going to pay for it.

As soon as aaron's finished licking the bowl, he's told, "To the Dungeon."

Gulp! aaron makes sure to tread lightly on the carpeted stairs. Anthony had them carpeted because any sub he would ever send down there would already be barefoot. Actually, always naked.

Small yellow bulbs around the baseboard of the dungeon automatically light up as aaron walks in and looks around, knowing that something painful will be happening.

Anthony walks in wearing his black boxer briefs and a leather vest. "You begged to become my slave without ever knowing exactly what that means for someone like you. For one thing, you won't be starting college this fall like the rest of your classmates and friends. For another thing, you'd die of embarrassment if any of them could see you now. But that's not enough." He walks over and slaps the boi across the face, not brutally but hard enough for it to be felt.

"aaron, you must lose anything that ordinary boys your age enjoy because they're not slaves. Like the right to get pissed off when someone mistreats you or demands too much of you, or even when someone tells you to do something you don't want to do and doesn't let you do something you want to do. All this stuff is for free boys. You want to act that way, you're not a slave."

He takes hold of aaron by the back of his neck and brings him over to one of the tables. "Lean over," he commands, and when he does, Anthony connects the boi's collar to the table with a short chain. Now the slave's ass is in a perfect position to get a good spanking of some kind. He selects a wooden paddle in the shape of a ping pong paddle. He smacks each cheek once, good and hard, and the slave cries out.

Anthony keeps instructing the slave. "I'm not expecting you to do the impossible, aaron. I've already been over this with you before. You can't control your emotions; none of us can. But what you do have control over is . . ". THWACK THWACK . . . . He waits until the slave's cries have calmed down . . ."you do have control over your behavior . THWACK THWACK . . . . . . . . . So you're pissed off. So what? Just don't act like it. Pretend to be the best little boy in the world, eager to serve your Master to the best of your ability . . DESPITE the fact that he just did . . . whatever. Get this through your thick head, brat: always the slave; never the boy." THWACK THWACK .. .

and now the boy is crying and sobbing out "I'm sorry, Master, I'm sorry."

Anthony unclips the boi's collar from the table and helps it stand up again. His hands are still bound behind his neck so he won't be able to soothe his ass cheeks in his hands. "Let the pain sink in, aaron. This is what happens when you stamp your feet."

Then he makes the boy kneel down and helps him a bit.

"I want you to learn more about being a slave, aaron. To start with, I'm going to piss in your mouth. You don't have to swallow it. Just hold it in your mouth. Your first taste of my piss. First taste of many. You want to be a slave? You get to taste piss, boi."

He takes out his cock. "Open your mouth." Just a short wait and then Anthony holds his cock just a couple inches from the slave's open mouth and lets go a substantial shot of piss right into the boy's mouth. "Close your mouth. Hold it there."

Clever Master, isn't he? Anthony knows full well that eventually the kid's going to swallow that mouthful of piss. But in the meantime, he'll just keep struggling not to do it.

"Tastes good?" asks Anthony. "I don't know. Never tasted my own piss before. Never been a slave either." He stands back and watches.

"While you're down there, hold out your arms, aaron. right level with your shoulders." And the dreaded wait begins . . . waiting for permission to put his arms down. This is a triple punishment: the arms, piss in his mouth, the deep burn in his ass from that paddle . . . .all of it and he can't figure out where to put his attention and just wishes his mind would totally shut off.

"There, aaron. Presto! You're a slave. My slave. This is what it is. But wait, there's still more to come."

Before long, maybe because aaron's struggling to hold his arms up, he forgets about the piss in his mouth and swallows it down. Anthony smiles. "I guess it was too tempting and you really wanted to have my piss in your belly, you pig! Don't worry: more's to come now that I know how much you want to gulp it down to show me what you're becoming."

(Anthony always speaks of "becoming" because as far as he's concerned, slave is always in process of becoming more of a slave.)

The slave still struggles to hold its hands up. Tears are flowing down aaron's cheeks for any of the three things happening to him. And then Anthony adds a fourth: "I figure I might as well fuck you and get that over with as well since I'm trying to teach you about being my slave. It would be dishonest to let you think that your ass is still yours and not mine."

Anthony gets out a dildo about 4" long and fastens it to one of the low tables. "You can put your arms down now," he says, then tells the slave to hop up on the table. He lubes up the dildo liberally. "Okay, slave. I want you to get your ass ready for your Master's cock. Squat over this dildo here and work it all the way up your ass. Take as long as you need to, but get all of it in there."

aaron's been fucked before so he's not really worried about this. Only it's different, him squatting naked over a dildo trying to fuck himself on it. Imagine if anyone from school saw him like this? He gets it all in and then the dildo starts vibrating as Anthony pushes a button.

"open that ass for your Master, little boy. Turn your own ass into pussy for Uncle Anthony. how many nights did you jerk off wishing I'd have come into your room to violate you, even back when you were a virgin." Anthony speeds up the vibrations. aaron begins to howl in a funny voice.

"Get up off it, boi." Anthony releases the dildo from the bracket on the table and wraps it in a cloth. Then he gets out a larger one, this one 5.5" and locks it into place and lubes it up.

"Okay, slaveboy. Same deal. Break in that pussy for your Master."

This isn't as easy. Not only is this dildo longer, it's also fatter, just enough to make it difficult to get in past his sphincter muscle.

Anthony decides to use a riding crop to help so he cracks it across the boi's inner thigh, just once. "That's better, slave. Fuck yourself for me." Another crack! "all the way down, faggot. Open up that pussy for me!" aaron forces himself all the way down on it and his eyes pop wide open as he gasps.

Guess what? It starts vibrating again and this time the slave is whining like a cheap whore and Anthony looks into its face to see the reactions. After a while, in a gentle voice, he asks aaron "is your pussy ready for your Master, slaveboy?"

aaron rushes to answer. "Yes, Master. Ready, Please, Master. Please put your dick in your boy?"

Anthony helps aaron up off the dildo and removes it. Then he goes to another table and has aaron lie there with his arms extended up over his head. He clips them in place. Then he takes the slave's legs, one at a time and raises it so he can clip it over the slave's head as well, clipped right where the boi's wrist is. then the other, and I'm sure the reader can figure out what this looks like, and how exposed the boi's lubed-up asshole is.

Anthony puts an arm out holding the slave up in the air as he pushes the table out from under him. There he is. or rather, there it is. Suspended. Arms and legs bound over its head, hole conveniently placed.

"I had been planning to make a romantic evening out of it, the first time I fucked your pussy, aaron, but circumstances have demanded I take you this way so you can understand what you are: just a convenient hole that exists for my pleasure."

Now Anthony wastes no time at all. He lubes himself, places it at the slave's entrance and says, "I fucking own you, slaveboy!" and shoves his dick into aaron's ass in one slow but firm motion and the slave screams out and sobs. "Yours, Master, yours, yours, yours, all for you, Master." Anthony takes his sweet time. "That's right, aaron. All mine . . . . . .all mine . . . . . . .my personal pussy . . . . mine . . . my slave . . . . ."

He presses in even more deeply as he spills himself into his slaveboy for the first time. He withdraws then quickly sets the boi's legs free and helps them down to the floor, then its arms. Then he points to the sink in one of the corners. "Clean me off, slave!"

Never has aaron felt more humbled. Never has aaron doubted this suitability of this arrangement until now as he makes his way to get what he needs to clean his own shit off Anthony's dick because his Master had not allowed him to clean himself out before taking him the way he did. "don't act on your emotions, don't act on your emotions," aaron keeps telling himself as he has to do the most distasteful thing he has ever had to do before, for anyone. Gross.

"Use good soap, boi. Make sure you don't smell your shit on my cock when you're done." Anthony goes and gets into one of his chairs with his legs spread. This means that aaron is going to have to be practically bowed all the way down to clean Anthony's cock off then sniff, all the while not able to stop the tears from coming down his face and the feeling that his caged cock has just shriveled down to practically nothing. This is the most horrible time, ever. Total turn-off. Fuck!

Anthony says nothing, wisely realizing that this is a pivotal moment in his nephew's life. The moment when he either forces himself to grovel at Anthony's feet, or gives in to his aching desire to declare his own freedom and give up on all this.

He waits to see what will happen. And do you know what? If aaron decided to give this whole M/s thing up and just return to the way they were before, he wouldn't be disappointed. Actually, he'd be relieved . . .

And that night, even though this boi he loves so much is sleeping in his arms, he can't sleep. What are they going to do about this?

. . . . .

"Anything." He'll do "anything." Patrick heard it.

"Kneel in the center of the floor, aleff, and hold out your arms the way you saw your bother do it." Patrick really wants to reinforce the idea that he and aaron are now brothers. Step-brothers, maybe, but Patrick would argue that this is practically a blood relationship. Maybe he'll even speak to Anthony about actually blending their blood together, make them what we used to call "blood brothers."

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He watches from behind, the way Anthony says he always does. It's an interesting sight, that's for sure, especially as time goes by. "Anything, aleff? Are you sure? Anything?"

aleff has to fight the temptation to go back on what he said. hey, he's been through lots of rough times and he's always survived. He doesn't want to survive Patrick. He wants to thrive with Patrick. Thrive as Patrick's slave. So yes, anything.

"Yes, Master. Anything." he repeats with a very tense mouth and at that moment he begins his life as his Master's toilet, as he will soon find out. But first . . . . . Patrick gets the short thin cane he borrowed from Anthony. He decides to add some more pain into the mixture. "You're getting six lashes, aleff, because I want to give them to you. Just because I want to. Just because I want you to realize that I can do this to you. Don't move your arms or I'll add six more to these."

First lash, right across the shoulder blades and a red streak appears almost immediately. Second, on the front of one thigh. Third, just a tiny bit below the nipples. that one causes the poor victim to move its arms. Patrick corrects that with light taps of the cane underneath its arms. "Where was I? Oh yes, number 4." Right smack across the boi's ass that was already sore from the Dominion spanking. aleff howls.

5, below the shoulder blades. finally 6: laid across the boi's hanging balls. aleff screams and falls to the ground holding his balls. He looks up at Patrick with terror in his eyes. Will Patrick make him get back up again?

Patrick could never be that cruel. He just sits on the sofa and waits for things to calm down again. Then he asks an important question: "aleff, are you still sure you want to be my slave? Wouldn't it be better if we were just friends?" That's a possibility that Patrick would be able to accept just being friends, although at this point he knew he was meant to be a Master so he'd have to find some other sub to train. aleff could help him.

"Still, Patrick. Still, please, Sir? Please don't give up on me."

"I'm not planning to. I just wanted you to choose all over again, because what's coming next can only happen to the boi I call my slave."

"please, Master."

"Then kneel up. Hands behind your back. I'm not binding you , but you make sure you keep those hands back there or you'll get a lot more of that cane."

aleff kneels up. Patrick stands up and motions for the slave to get closer.

He takes out his cock. "Put the head of my cock in your mouth."

aleff can guess what's going to happen and he braces himself for it. part of him is actually looking forward to this but aleff can't really admit this to himself, so great is his fear of what's going to happen.

Patrick gets creative. "I'm going to piss in your mouth. One mouthful. Hold it there until I order you to swallow it, slave." Immediately his flow begins until he cuts it off and withdraws from the slave's mouth.

"Swallow my piss, slave. Drink it down."

aleff swallows then grimaces a bit. Patrick smiles at him. "That's right, boi. That's what you signed on for, faggot. Pits. Urinal. Get your mouth on my dick again. I've got more piss for you, slaveboy, don't worry. I'm not gonna run out on you."

something propels aleff despite a voice inside yelling "no!!!!!!!!" Patrick fills his mouth again. He doesn't take his cock from the slave's mouth. "Swallow."

Patrick looks into the boi's eyes. What does he see there? Is that dejection? surrender? a bit of fear that he's not finished yet? Again. "Swallow." this time he takes his cock out of the slaveboy's mouth as it struggles to swallow this third mouthful.

"So, aleff, we're done fooling around here. Take the rest of it. Either drink it or wear it." right away he starts pissing and the slave opens his mouth and gets most of it, swallowing, no—even more—gulping it down. And it continues.

All in all, Patrick is quite pleased with himself. He has acquired himself the best slave he ever could have hoped to find. All his. for good.

THAT'S THE END OF THIS CHAPTER.

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